You made your way to the hotel, blood-stained and lost. Luckily, you heard a loud thumping that led you to exactly where it is.
"Mimzy! We know you're in there you whore!" Loan sharks surround the hotel. What is going on? With your newly acquired bird-like wings, you fly up around the hotel and enter through the back door.
"And a reminder not to mess with the Radio Demon!" You heard a loud static noise before the ground rumbled beneath you. Black tentacles emerge from the hotel, and successfully avoiding them, you hide behind a wall. You felt a tap on your shoulder.
"Who the fuck are you?" Turning around, you're faced with a gray-skinned woman, an x for an eye, with a spear pointing at you. Clearly embarrassed, you raise your hands up.
"I'm sorry! I saw your commercial about rehabilitating sinners and I felt moved. I couldn't enter through the front door because—well the demon is outside." You weren't lying, but the idea of rehabilitating demons didn't seem possible. The female demon lowered her spear, her eyes— or eye softening.
"Oh. Sorry for the scare, come with me, I'll bring you to Charlie." You obeyed, brushing some of the dried blood off of you.
"But dad! Why can he believe in my dream but my own dad can't?" A blonde with rosy cheeks cried. A bicker between the man who is to be assumed is her father and the girl who is to be assumed is Charlie ended with them two breaking out into singing. You patiently waited until the father finally left to make my way to the blonde girl.
"Hi! Are you Charlie?" I ask, waving. "I saw your commercial and was wondering if I could partake in being rehabilitated?" If her smile could get any larger, you'd mistake her for the radio demon from earlier.
"Yes! That's me! I'm so happy for you to come to us! Follow me and I'll register you for a room," She grabbed my hand and brought me to the front desk.
You took the time to look around before Charlie brought you to the front desk where a... cat with wings was? He was drinking "cheap booze", barely aware of your presence.
"This is Husk! Husk meet... oh shoot what's your name?" Charlie sheepishly rubbed her neck. You chuckle.
"My name is (Y/n)," I would have put my hand out for him to shake it, he doesn't look very social though, "Nice to meet you Husk." He took a swing of his booze and slightly nodded his head.
"Wait... the (Y/n)?"
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Bird of Prey (Hazbin Hotel x F! Reader)
FanfictionShe was singing her final song on stage, the audience paying no attention to anything else except her singing. In the climax of her song, her high note shook the stage and the spotlight crashed down on her. "Next up on Hell's Music is (Y/n)! Her mur...
